Chapter 9: Kneeling Submission
Sherry knelt on the thick rug beside the bed, the silken sheets a rumpled cascade behind her. The phone’s warm glow painted Jim’s thighs, spread wide, and the thick, veined monstrosity standing rigidly from his groin. Twelve inches still seemed impossible, a heavy pillar of flesh demanding worship. Her bright green eyes, wide and fixed on him, held a potent mix of hunger and submissive awe. "Just let me taste it," she breathed, the words husky. "All of it." Her small hands closed around the base, fingers straining to meet, the heat and thrum of his pulse beneath the skin radiating into her palms. She leaned forward, her long auburn hair brushing his inner thighs.
Her new, plumped lips parted obscenely wide. She didn't tease. She engulfed the swollen, purple head. Salty pre-cum burst on her lips as it slid past her teeth. She moaned around it, the vibration making Jim grunt, his fingers instinctively tangling in her hair. "Fuck, yes," he rasped, his head falling back against the mattress. "That's it, baby. Take it."
Sherry pushed down. The thick shaft stretched her lips wide, the ridge below the head catching momentarily before she forced it deeper. Her throat opened, a learned reflex now honed by the app's alterations and her own relentless desire. Inch after thick inch disappeared between her swollen lips. Her eyes watered as the girth stretched her jaw, the tip pressing against the entrance to her throat. She gagged reflexively, a wet, choking sound, but didn't pull back. Her gaze remained locked on his face, pupils blown black with need.
"Jesus, Sherry," Jim gasped, his hips lifting slightly involuntarily, pushing another inch down her constricting throat. Her gag reflex fluttered violently around the intrusion. He could see the thick outline of his cock bulging obscenely beneath the delicate skin of her neck. "Your fucking throat... look at it." His fingers tightened, not forcing, just holding, anchoring her as she struggled to accommodate him. Spit slicked the thick shaft already buried deep, dripping onto his balls.
Sherry managed a shaky breath through her nose, her nostrils flaring. She swallowed deliberately, the muscles of her throat rippling and squeezing around the impossible girth lodged there. The sensation – the raw stretch, the suffocating pressure, the complete invasion – was overwhelming. It was surrender. It was power. She moaned again, a low, desperate sound that vibrated directly onto his cock. Her hands slid down to cup his heavy balls, kneading the dense orbs swollen with seed.
"Fuck, your greedy little mouth," Jim groaned, his voice thick. He flexed his hips again, a shallow thrust deeper into her throat. She gagged harder, tears spilling over, tracking down her flushed cheeks. But her eyes stayed open, locked on his, pleading for more. Her fingers dug into his sack. "Yeah, choke on it. Swallow that fucking cock. All the way." He pulled her head down fractionally, urging her to take the last impossible inches to the root. Her nose pressed against his groin, her throat bulging grotesquely around the thick base. She couldn't breathe. Her body shuddered, fighting, yet her hands stayed on his balls, massaging, demanding.
He held her there for a heartbeat, two, watching her beautiful face contort, tears and saliva slicking her chin, her eyes rolling back slightly. Then he pulled her up, dragging the thick, slick length back through her straining throat and lips with a wet, sucking pop. Sherry gasped, coughing, dragging in huge, ragged breaths, spit and tears mingling on her face. Her plump lips were reddened, stretched, glistening. She didn't pause. She dove back down, taking him deep again, faster this time, her head bobbing, her throat working furiously to accept the brutal thickness with each descent. The obscene sounds filled the room – wet gulps, choked gags, the slick slap of her lips meeting his groin, Jim’s guttural groans.
"Gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained, his hips starting to piston shallowly, fucking her face. "Gonna flood that tight fucking throat. Swallow it all, you hungry slut. Every fucking drop."
Sherry redoubled her efforts, sucking hard, hollowing her cheeks, her throat muscles milking the thick shaft as she took him to the hilt again and held. Her green eyes, streaming, stared up at him, wide and utterly surrendered. Jim roared, his back arching off the bed. His cock pulsed violently deep inside her throat, thick jets of cum firing directly into her gullet. Sherry gagged violently as the first scalding burst hit, but she held on, swallowing convulsively, her throat working around the pulsing intrusion. Wave after thick wave pumped down her stretched esophagus, the sheer volume making her belly feel warm and full. She swallowed desperately, choking slightly, but taking it, her eyes never leaving his face, filled with a fierce, tear-streaked triumph.
He finally stilled, spent, his cock softening slightly but still lodged deep. Sherry pulled back slowly, gasping, thick strands of cum and saliva connecting her ruined lips to his glistening shaft. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, chest heaving, a shaky smile touching her swollen lips. "Tastes… like you," she rasped, her voice raw. "But… stronger. Filling."
Jim collapsed back, breathing hard, watching her with a mixture of awe and lingering lust. His fingers gently brushed a tear from her cheek. "Christ, Sher. That was… savage."
She crawled up his body, straddling his hips. His thick, semi-hard cock pressed insistently against her damp skirt. Her transformed pussy, still engorged and hyper-sensitive, throbbed in response. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "Good," she whispered. "I want savage. I want… more than just our bodies changed." Her eyes flickered towards the phone on the nightstand, glowing faintly. "What if… what if it could change my mind? Just for a bit?"
Jim froze. The post-orgasm haze evaporated. "Your mind? Sherry, what are you talking about?"
"Not forever," she insisted, her voice low, urgent. She ground down on his thick shaft, making him hiss. "Just… during. The app… it amplifies our bodies, our desires. What if it could amplify my… receptiveness? My… hunger?" Her green eyes burned with a terrifying, exhilarating curiosity. "What if it could make me need it so badly, so unthinkingly, that nothing else exists? Make me beg for things I'd never normally say? Make me feel it even more intensely?" She traced the rim of his ear with her tongue. "Imagine. No hesitation. Just pure, raw, mindless craving. For you. For this." She rocked against him again, her wetness soaking through the skirt fabric onto his cock.
Jim stared at her. The idea was insane. Dangerous. The app manipulated flesh, tangible things. The mind… that was uncharted, terrifying territory. But the heat of her, the scent of sex and her desperate need, the memory of her throat stretched impossibly around him… it warred with the cold prudence. "Sher… that’s… we don’t know what that could do. It could scramble you. Permanently."
"Just a low setting," she breathed, her fingers already snaking towards the phone. "A taste. To see what it’s like. To feel that… surrender completely. To be nothing but a cunt craving cock." Her gaze locked with his, challenging, hungry. "Don’t you want to see me like that? Utterly consumed? Begging for your cum like I’ll die without it? Owned completely, even in my head?"
The image she painted – Sherry, his brilliant, vivacious wife, reduced to a whimpering, mindless vessel of need solely for him – ignited a dark fire in Jim’s gut. It was horrifying. It was the most potent aphrodisiac he’d ever encountered. The grounding force within him wavered, buckling under the weight of their shared addiction and her relentless push. He saw the manic gleam in her eye, the same one that had led them to the supermarket, to the hallway door. The thrill of the edge was her oxygen.
He caught her wrist just before her fingers touched the phone. Her pulse hammered against his grip. They stared at each other, the air crackling. The phone’s soft glow seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat. He saw the raw plea in her eyes, the terrifying, thrilling abyss she wanted them to jump into.
"Low setting," he repeated, his voice a low growl, the words tasting like both surrender and damnation. "Just… just for the next round. And we stop it the second it feels wrong." It felt like a flimsy shield against an unknown storm.
Sherry’s smile was feral, triumphant. "Yes," she breathed, pulling her wrist free. Her fingers flew over the screen, navigating with terrifying familiarity. "Just a nudge. Just enough to… unlock." She selected parameters, her brow furrowed in concentration, then held the phone towards him. "Confirm it. Together."
Jim looked at the screen. The interface glowed, showing a simple slider bar labeled 'Cognitive Surrender' next to Sherry's profile. It was currently at zero. Sherry had nudged it to 30%. It looked innocently small. He met her eyes again, seeing only feverish anticipation. The beast the app had awakened in him roared its approval. His thumb found hers on the confirmation icon. The grounding force was silent.
They pressed down together.
The phone pulsed, not green, but a deep, unsettling indigo this time. Sherry gasped. Not a gasp of pain, but of sudden, overwhelming… vacancy. Her bright, intelligent green eyes went wide, then blank. The fierce curiosity, the playful challenge, the complex layers that made her Sherry – they didn’t vanish, but seemed to recede, buried under a sudden, primal wave. Her pupils dilated further, swallowing the green. A low, needy whimper escaped her lips as she stared at his cock, still thick and wet from her mouth, pressed against her skirt. Her body went limp, then tense with a single-minded focus.
"Jim…" Her voice was a thin, desperate thread. "Need… need it. Inside. Please. Now. Please." Her hands scrabbled frantically at her skirt, yanking it up, tearing her damp panties aside with clumsy urgency. Her transformed pussy glistened obscenely, open, dripping. She wasn't looking at his face anymore. Her entire world had narrowed to the thick shaft straining towards her. "Fuck me. Fuck your slutty cunt. Need your big cock. Need it deep. Please, Jim. Hurry." The words tumbled out, raw, stripped of nuance, pure, unadulterated craving. The app hadn't just amplified her hunger. It had erased everything else. She was need incarnate, trembling and dripping, offering herself without thought, only desperate, overwhelming want. The indigo glow bathed her vacant, pleading face as she pushed her hips towards him, a mindless offering.
The indigo glow bathed her vacant, pleading face as she pushed her hips towards him, a mindless offering. Jim stared, a cold dread warring violently with the immediate, brutal arousal her blank need ignited. Her bright green eyes, usually sparkling with wit or mischief, were flat pools reflecting only the phone's unnatural light and the image of his cock. "Jim... fuck... now," she whimpered, her voice stripped bare, trembling fingers scrabbling uselessly at his hips, trying to pull him closer. "Need... need cock. Deep. Please."
He hesitated, the grounding force screaming warnings about uncharted neural territory, about violating her core self. But her transformed pussy glistened obscenely inches away, dripping slickness onto his thigh, the scent of her desperate arousal thick and cloying. Her entire body vibrated with a single-minded, terrifying hunger. "Sherry... can you hear me?" he rasped, gripping her shoulders, trying to find her behind the vacant stare.
"Fuck me," she moaned, ignoring his question, her hips jerking forward again, her plump lips brushing the swollen head of his cock. "Need it. Need your big cock splitting my slutty cunt open. Please, Jim. Hurry." Her words were crude, blunt instruments, devoid of her usual playful teasing. They were pure, unvarnished demand from a mind reduced to primal craving. The app hadn't just amplified desire; it had erased the complex woman, leaving only a trembling vessel of need. The dread intensified, yet his own monstrous cock throbbed painfully against her wetness.
He surrendered. With a groan that was part horror, part raw lust, Jim gripped his thick shaft and guided the bulbous head to her dripping entrance. Her transformed pussy, already stretched and altered, yielded obscenely easily to the initial pressure. "Ohhhh fuck YES!" Sherry shrieked, her head snapping back, eyes rolling, body arching violently as the thick crown breached her. Her inner muscles clenched instantly, a wet, greedy suction pulling him deeper. There was no teasing, no slow build – only the mindless demand for penetration fulfilled with brutal efficiency.
He thrust hard, burying half his impossible length in one savage stroke. Her cry was guttural, animalistic, devoid of anything resembling pleasure as he understood it – it was pure, desperate relief. Her slick walls stretched obscenely around the invading girth, clinging and rippling. "Deeper! ALL of it!" she screamed, nails digging into his back, her hips pistoning frantically against him. "Fill me! Split me open! FUCK YOUR SLUT!"
Jim obeyed, driven by her frantic cries and his own dark, answering hunger. He slammed his hips forward, feeling the thick base of his cock grind against her swollen outer lips, stretching her impossibly wide. Her inner walls convulsed, a wet, clenching vise around the entire monstrous shaft. She gasped, choking on air, her vacant eyes wide with a kind of stunned overload. "Yes... yes... fucked... full..." she babbled, drool slicking her chin. Her body trembled violently, not with orgasm, but with the sheer, overwhelming sensation of being utterly impaled, stretched beyond reason.
He fucked her hard and fast, short, brutal strokes designed solely to pound her transformed cunt. The wet, slapping sounds echoed in the soft-lit room, mingling with her choked gasps and mindless pleas for "more," "harder," "deeper." Her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust. Her eyes stayed fixed somewhere beyond him, lost in the indigo-tinted haze of pure, unthinking sensation. Jim watched her vacant face, the utter absence of Sherry, and felt a terrifying thrill mix with the pounding pleasure radiating up his cock. He was fucking a beautiful, desperate shell animated only by the app's cruel programming.
His climax built fast, fueled by the obscene tightness and her mindless cries. "Gonna cum," he grunted, pistoning harder, feeling his swollen balls tighten. "Gonna flood that greedy fucking hole."
"Cum! Fill me!" she shrieked, her voice ragged. "Breed your dumb cunt! Pump it full! NEED IT!" Her inner muscles clenched in a frantic, milking rhythm, pulling at him. Jim roared, slamming home one final time, his cock pulsing violently as thick jets of cum erupted deep inside her impossibly stretched passage. Sherry convulsed beneath him, a choked scream tearing from her throat as the hot flood hit her deepest recesses, her vacant eyes fluttering shut for a moment in pure, overwhelming sensation.
He collapsed onto her, breathing hard, the unnatural indigo glow from the phone casting long shadows. Sherry lay utterly still beneath him, breathing shallowly, his softening cock still buried deep within her slick, cum-filled channel. The vacancy in her eyes remained absolute. Slowly, cautiously, Jim pulled out. A thick stream of their mingled fluids leaked onto the rumpled sheets. Sherry whimpered softly, her hips shifting unconsciously towards the emptiness.
Jim rolled off, staring at the ceiling, the cold dread returning full force, chilling the sweat on his skin. What had they done? He glanced at Sherry. She was already moving, crawling towards him with that same blank intensity. Her gaze fixed unerringly on his softening cock. "Suck," she commanded flatly, her voice devoid of inflection. "Make it hard again. Need it hard."
He recoiled slightly. "Sherry, stop. The app... we need to turn it off."
"Suck," she repeated, her hand closing around his shaft with surprising strength, pulling him towards her waiting, plump lips. The vacant need in her eyes was terrifyingly absolute. The grounding force crumbled. He couldn't fight the app's programming, not while it held her mind hostage. With a defeated sigh, he guided himself towards her mouth.
Her lips parted obediently. She took him gently, her tongue swirling softly around the sensitive head, coaxing life back into the thick flesh. There was no hunger in her movements now, only a programmed, mechanical gentleness. She sucked slowly, rhythmically, her eyes half-lidded, focused solely on the task. The contrast to her earlier frantic desperation was jarring. Jim leaned back, closing his own eyes, trying to reconcile the horror with the persistent, unwanted thrum of pleasure radiating from her skilled mouth.
The unnatural rhythm continued until he was fully hard again, thick and heavy against her tongue. She released him with a soft pop, kneeling back between his spread legs, waiting silently, her gaze fixed on his cock, her mouth slightly open. Ready. The indigo glow still pulsed faintly from the phone beside them. The day stretched ahead, warped and uncertain.
Hours bled into a surreal haze. Jim sat at his sleek, minimalist desk in the corner of their bedroom, staring unseeingly at lines of code on his monitor. The soft click of his keyboard was punctuated by wet, rhythmic sounds beneath the desk. Sherry knelt on the plush rug, her head bobbing gently in his lap. Her transformed lips slid smoothly up and down his thick shaft, her tongue tracing the bulging veins with programmed precision. She sucked him slowly, steadily, keeping him perpetually on the edge of hardness without pushing him over.
"Just... keep it like that," Jim murmured, his voice tight, trying to focus on the glowing screen. Her hollow, vacant eyes stared up at him past the desk edge, reflecting the monitor's light. She made a soft, affirmative noise around his cock, never breaking rhythm. Pre-cum slicked her lips, salty and thick. The absurdity was crushing – debugging software while his wife, her mind erased, mechanically sucked his monstrous cock beneath the desk. He shifted, his cockhead bumping the back of her throat gently. She didn't gag; she simply adjusted, taking him deeper for a few strokes before resuming the gentle, maddening pace. Her hands rested limply on her thighs.
Later, he sat on the edge of the bed, pretending to watch a nature documentary on the wall-mounted screen. Lions hunted gazelles on the savannah. Sherry knelt on the floor between his knees, her head resting against his inner thigh, his thick cock resting heavily against her cheek. Her warm breath ghosted over the sensitive skin. Occasionally, without prompting, she turned her head and took the swollen head into her mouth, sucking gently for a minute, coating it with saliva, before releasing it and resting her head back against his leg. Ready. Waiting. The vacant patience in her eyes was worse than the earlier desperation. The indigo glow from the phone on the nightstand seemed to seep into the very air.
The documentary ended. Silence settled, thick and oppressive. Jim stared at the blank screen, Sherry’s soft breaths against his thigh the only sound. He felt numb, hollowed out by the horror and the relentless, low-grade arousal she maintained. Suddenly, her head lifted. Her vacant green eyes met his. A flicker – infinitesimal, almost imperceptible – crossed her face. Something beneath the indigo haze.
"Jim," she whispered, her voice raspy from disuse but carrying a sliver of something... else. Not the flat command, not the mindless plea. A fragile thread of her. Her gaze drifted down to his cock, still thick against her cheek, then back up to his face. Her plump lips parted. "Need... need you inside properly again." She swallowed, a tremor running through her. "Bend me... bend me over the couch arm. Fuck me... hard. Like before." The words were hesitant, fighting their way through the app's programming, laced with a desperate, returning awareness and a raw, undeniable physical craving that transcended the mind control. Her fingers clenched slightly on his knee. "Please."